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Back onto the horse

Somewhere at some point of time in some place. The Son was doing backflips. Why? Because he could, no one has the right to tell anyone when they can and can't do backflips. Nor does anyone have the right to force someone into a specific location, he could be doing backflips on the moon if the...

#13E64A #30F4F3 It seemed as if the fight were over with now. The Henchman had killed his fair share of bandits and by the sounds of the screams everyone else was doing peachy. So that siege was over, now being the loyal man he was he needed to track down his former, now current employer...

#13E64A #30F4F3 The Son didn't expect the man to saunter over to him looking for a fight. But he didn't show any fear, he'd taken down bus loads of Colombians. What was one man, crazy as he may be gonna do to him? He smirked as Trevor began to leave. "I'll be looking forward to it jackass." He...

#13E64A #30F4F3 The Henchman raised a brow at the broken speech Jacket managed but he got the idea of it. Never in all his years of working for the Russian Mafia did he think he'd be helping one of the masked maniacs. "Uh you're welcome I guess." He wasn't exactly phased by the death of...

#13E64A #30F4F3 The Son was.... Confused. Was this really the guy who snapped mens necks with his bare hands? He still wanted him dead so he rose his axe again. "Boss, wait!" The Henchman actually rose his voice slightly, causing The Son to glance at him with his scarred eye. "What?" The...

#13E64A #30F4F3 The Henchman only watched as Jacket did nothing, he couldn't read him behind the chicken mask he wore. It made him uneasy. But unlike his boss the man didn't seem to be seething in rage. Though he approached calmly he still looked ready to fight with his fists. "Boss maybe you...

#13E64A #30F4F3 As the Russian Mafia men looked around The Son caught caught sight of something or rather someone that made his blood freeze. Then it thawed and bubbled and boiled until his face was flush with rage. Hands tightening around the axe he held as his eyes locked with those of the...

#13E64A #30F4F3 This was the reason you don't overindulge on your own product, as The Son had. He was pretty fucked up. Having slaughtered dozens of his own men in his heightened state, until it was like he was in a twisted hellish jungle. He couldn't even tell where he was or what the hell was...

...To threatening the guards with words so vulgar they'd permanently scar a child. "WHEN I CLAW MY WAY OUT OF HERE I'M GONNA !$@!!%$ TEAR YOUR *&#%! OUT AND FORCE YOU TO EAT EM', BUT YOU'LL BE TOO BUSY GARGLING @^$! TO EVEN THINK AND MAYBE WHILE I'M AT IT ILL TURN YOUR !%@$$%@ !$$@% INTO !%$#@...

Appearance: Name: The Son Age: Late 20s Canon: Hotline Miami 2 Powers / Abilities / Equipment: Hallucinogenic Pills Axe Personality: The Son is shown to be ambitious and multi-talented, restoring much of the Russian mafia's influence in Miami in just a month. He ultimately worries...

There was nothing like a bit of a challenge. But getting hit with a breeze wasn't exactly it by his standards. The brutish biker was ready to turn his attention again. What kind of moron looked at a mug, ruggedly handsome as he may be and thought he was one of those morons who couldn't figure...

Reserving a duo

Lobo The Main Man had invested well in his choice of transport. But rather than be turned to a useless hunk of scrap metal it roared angrily after being charged down. Backing down though when the music started pounding down in full blast and The Meta showed it could hold its own. Lobo meanwhile...

Lobo He'd waited for far too long for this to happen. Finally he met his employer. As he ranted on about whether or not it was understood he was the cash cow, he couldn't help but smile. "Crystal." ll the bullshit time travel, mind hopping, and god damned clones had better be worth it. But he...

Lobo After all the explosions he wasn't sure what to think or even hear. But after all the shit he'd been put through he ended up back where he started. It was enough to make his blood boil. Oh and Michael was alive... But who cared about him. He was sick and tired of everyone and their mom...

Lobo It was time for Lobo to do what he did best. Kill people, especially snooty polite people who no doubt drank tea and listened to classic music. Their existence was an affront to The Main Man. And Wyoming was that personified, he even fought calmly. It disgusted the bounty hunter. "I'd...

Image: Name: Formerly Sidney De'ath/Currently Judge Death Age: A strapping young corpse Canon: Alignment (State in terms of DnD): Lawful Evil Motivation: Punish the living for their crime of being alive Powers: Judge Death is a spirit inhabiting a corpse. The body itself is very...

Lobo After what felt like an eternity of shit he didn't give one fraggin' ounce of care about, they had finally left the dump. He felt like if he'd stayed there any longer he'd have become one with the trash out of boredom. The Main Man lived for the thrill and kill. So he was eager as hell to...